Zach scribbled your name repeatedly in his notebook, bored, listening to you talk endlessly about the story and a lot of shit he didn't fully understand yet.

“You're so beautiful when you're all focused and nerd, you know that?” he whispered as soon as he saw you with your ponytail in a pretty mess, your glasses half fallen and your book open, while you were reading about something that he couldn't fully understand.

Zach often managed to talk you out of studying with his kind words, or he would just pretend that he understood. He didn't want to look like an airheaded fool in your eyes. 

His eyes studied your face for what seemed like an eternity, and he finally managed to gently remove your glasses from your face, smiling widely when he saw your face without them. 

“Hey you,” he greeted softly, before leaning forward and brushing his lips against your cheek. “Can we end this study session?” he said softly, trying to convince you, now brushing his lips against your ear. “Please?”

Oh, it was hard to say no when he said it like that.